Hearing the exact same words she’d once heard twenty years ago, Beth felt a wave of warmth surge through her chest. She rose on tiptoe and pressed a gentle kiss to Tony’s lips. “Thank you. I love it.” Tony froze, his eyes wide, the tips of his ears instantly turning red. He touched his mouth in disbelief, flustered and shy like the boy he used to be. “Beth… you…” In his memory, this was the most intimate thing they had ever done besides holding hands. Beth laughed brightly, eyes sparkling. “What? Can’t I kiss my boyfriend?” “N-no, it’s not that…” Tony stammered, his face flushed all the way to his neck. He fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a credit card, and handed it to the clerk. “We’ll take this dress.” When they stepped out of the boutique, Beth reached out and slipped her hand into his. Her fingers intertwined with his, her body leaning lightly against his arm.Tony’s heart pounded wildly; he could almost hear it in his ears. Beth looked up at him with that same sweet innocence from years ago. “Miles, let’s go for a walk, okay?” She needed to stall him—to give Sloane time to finish preparing everything. Tony blinked, momentarily dazed, before nodding quickly. “Y-yeah… sure.” It was exactly what he’d wanted to say. He was stalling, too—because he had a surprise of his own for Beth that night. Meanwhile, at the harbor, Sloane, Lucas, and Shawn were already hard at work. They had rented a yacht identical to the one from that night twenty years ago. “Move faster,” Sloane instructed the crew as she adjusted the flowing white fabric draped over the railings. The soft evening breeze lifted the gauzy curtains, and rose petals covered the deck like a crimson sea. Strings of fairy lights twinkled along the handrails, glowing gold in the amber light of sunset. “Champagne, cake, the old record—everything ready?” Sloane asked quietly.Lucas nodded. “Everything’s set. It’s exactly how it was back then.” Shawn looked around the yacht, his voice soft with awe. “It’s perfect… it’s like we’ve brought that night back to life.” Satisfied, Sloane picked up her phone and sent Beth a message: “Everything’s ready.” Back in the city, Beth looped her arm through Tony’s as they strolled along the familiar street. She pointed at a small milk tea shop on the corner, smiling. “Miles, remember this place? On our first date, you were so nervous you spilled your drink all over yourself.” Tony laughed, eyes lighting up with boyish energy. “Of course I remember! You wouldn’t stop teasing me about it for a week.” Beth’s nose tingled, tears threatening to fall. She leaned her head against his shoulder and whispered, “Yeah… you were so cute back then.” Tony’s heart skipped a beat. Her tenderness made his pulse race; his cheeks flushed again, but his lips curved into a smile that reached his eyes. “Beth, actually… I have a surprise for you.” Beth looked up, feigning surprise. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?”Tony grinned, full of excitement, and tugged her hand. “Come with me—you’ll see.” The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in shades of gold and rose. The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and flowers. When they reached the pier, Beth’s steps faltered, her breath catching in her throat. There it was—the same yacht. The same white hull gleaming under the sunset. The same flowing curtains, the same roses scattered across the deck, and even the old phonograph standing proudly at the bow. For a moment, it was as if time had turned back twenty years. Tony’s eyes sparkled like stars, his smile pure and bright. “Beth, today marks one month since we got together. I wanted to give you a night you’ll never forget.”